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It has to take place in the 6I universe.
It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

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Prompts

FULL VIEW - The Observers really do their best to make each villager's wrist device as user-friendly for them as possible, but with all new tech, sometimes there's a learning curve... And sometimes, you just screw up. Like now, when you've accidentally triggered the video option and called someone completely random on the network without realizing it. Yep, you're just going about whatever, totally oblivious. Here's to hoping that your clothes are fully on, and that the person on the other end is nice enough to speak up sooner rather than later.
SHADOW OF A DOUBT - Being the intrepid (or just bored) villager you are, you've gone exploring and found yourself a very interesting (if moderately spooky) cave. What lurks in the dark? Might it be some shadow dust to turn you intangible? Or perhaps a cave wolf with all of its little goblin-monkey friends? Maybe, just maybe, it's both.
ILL AT EASE - 'Tis the season for the common cold, and you've got it. Unfortunately, the village doesn't have a corner drug store, so you're achy, miserable, maybe a little feverish. The good news is a little time in bed should do the trick. That is, if you're not the sort who has to be bullied to take care of yourself anytime you get sick. Either way, maybe you'll be lucky enough to find someone to tuck you in and bring you some chicken soup.
WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.
NETWORK - All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers. Text and/or video are allowed, any length. Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name.

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT NAMES in your SUBJECT LINE.

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Five is not the only one armed. Nor is he sick. At least that's one point in his favor. Two is the ability of telekinesis he's somehow gotten from that damned machine, hoping it isn't sucking points off his life every time he goes back for another fix. He's really starting to realize what got to Klaus, and it's not promising in the long run.

For now though he's using it to carefully open the door to a house a friend lives in. A friend he just saw at the Inn, so he knows they aren't creeping around their own house.

Moving silently, dressed all in black as he makes his way to the kitchen. Peering around the corner, seeing a hunched form that has been making a barking like sound - okay it's a cough but he's thinking evil, dammit - and he figures maybe the better part of valor is not crippling whoever it is. Scaring them though is another story.

Taking a breath, he pulls out one of his throwing knives, focusing on the ability deep within him and then sending it flying into a cabinet above the person's head. "Who the hell are you?" He calls, another knife in hand and at the ready.

Five whirls around at the impact, brandishing his own weapon and baring his teeth. It takes a few seconds longer than he'll admit to realize his antagonist is Diego, and at that moment he lowers the knife only fractionally; he'd rather pretend pulling a knife on his own brother was a deliberate and calculated choice rather than make obvious that he's so on edge he'd do it on accident.

He knows dimly that he probably looks like shit, considering how much he feels it. A cough slips out of him almost like a spasm, but he manages not to break eye contact. (It's a near thing.)

Five kicks the sack behind him, takes a step back, back pressed against the cupboard.

"What do you want." Shit. That sounds too hoarse even to him.

"For fuck's sake. What the hell are you doing?"

Huffing a sigh as he steps more fully into the room. Lifting his hand, bringing the knife back to his hand because he has no idea when he might get another box full of them, and if the telekinesis will give them back, then he's going to take advantage of that.

"Jesus, you look like shit. Are you trying to spread the plague in this place?"

Rolling his eyes, taking a step closer, though not too close. It's still Five, after all.

"I know the person that lives here, and I know they're at the inn right now working on some project. So I thought I'd have a look. Kind of what I do."

Well what he did before this place, but it's all the same thing in the end.

Five is not going to admit what he's doing, because what he's doing is irrational coping behavior, and that's going to open a lot of doors he's not willing to open. Diego has never been subject to Five's business before now, and he's not about to start a new precedent.

His thought process is a bit inhibited at the moment, though, and an alternate explanation comes much more slowly to him than he'd like.

(He definitely doesn't feel a stab of guilt at the realization that he's stealing from Diego's friend.)

"Well, now you've had one. Satisfied?" It comes out nasty. Nastier than Five has any right to be, considering what he's doing. The knife is still held between them like a ward; Five knows he's not winning himself any favors, but he'd rather provoke Diego into a fight than invite any invasive questions.

"Are you really going to bring a knife to a fight with me, Five? Really?" Arching a brow, giving him a look. He really doesn't want to do this, but he's also not getting sliced because his brother is having a moment. "And yeah yeah, I know. Assassin through time and space but still..."

Not looking at all bothered as he leans against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest.

"People around here will share," he points out. "But you start stealing from them and it's going to get ugly for all of us," he says with a sigh. Jesus, when did he become the voice of reason? Except he kind of likes it. It means being a leader in all of this, after all. Even if just in this place. "And you really need to get somewhere warm and rest. Again, no one wants you coughing all over their shit."

Five just narrows his eyes in response, never breaking eye contact. Truth be told--Diego is probably the only one who could take Five in a knife fight. Five has years of experience on him, but that only goes so far against being able to actually control knives with your mind.

Which doesn't actually matter, because truth be told, Five's not looking to fight his brother anyway. He just doesn't like admitting when he's off-kilter.

After a beat, he finally drops it and lets out an exaggerated scoff before picking up his sack and dropping it on a nearby table, like he's only humoring Diego because he's just so indulgent that way.

"Then they should lock up their things better." Like it's their fault he was ransacking the place, not his. He doesn't move to actually put anything back, either, just steps back from the table and crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows in challenge.

Test Drive 23

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